Missed Connection
I tried to holler at you from inside the NICU. You were in the park behind a spruce tree hiding from passersby, but in plain sight of the massive hospital behind you. You were smoking something from a glass pipe that I must assume was marijuana, for every time you inhaled, you couldn’t resist a fit of coughs. At one point, you turned around to look at the hospital, but didn’t see me on the 5th floor banging on the window trying to catch your elusive blue eye. My attending who was nearby described a scene he had witnessed a few weeks back from the same window of a young couple that walked behind a tree where she performed oral favors for the guy. Maybe that was you too. Comment if it was, maybe we can meet up.
